The Will is God, the Will is man,
The Will is power loosed in Thought;
In Will the Unfathomed Self began,
In Will the lesser mind is wrought;
Nothing is will-less entity:
All one - to act, to will, to be.

He only is who wills to live
The best his nature prophesies:
Master of fate, executive
Of self - a sovereign strong and wise.
Are thou a pigmy? Courage, soul!
For thee, as all, the kingly goal.

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sit up straight

so I went to berkeley a few months ago to hang out with shad and a few other friends. a few showed, a few didn't. we ran into some other friends and ended up having drinks at a local bar and roaming the streets. we discussed politics, religion, and other major world affairs that desperately needed our attention. around one corner a stranger drove by and gave us a pair of brand new underwear still in the original package (mind u, this can only happen in berkeley). It was a fairly cool california evening and one of our friends chose to wear it on his head. Its not original and I honestly believe his ears were cold. Having cold ears myself, I joined him. Looking for a hole to breath through each of our faces ended up out of each leg opening. Thank god it was XL. We named ourselves the testicle twins, or at least that was my favorite, and continued our talk on eastern vs western culture and their effects on us. It was difficult to look each other in the eye but it had to do. We also spoke of other silly things as how I was the left side of the brain and he was the right and how we have shit for brain and all the other stuff you think of buzzed @ 1 am. The cops drove by and waved. No surprise there being in berkeley. People have marched here for the right to be topless on campus. "Women for bare breasts" if I recall correctly was the letters printed on the banner. We went on, saw a few girls, he liked them, I didn't, and being connected at the head posed some problems. For a few minutes we contemplated seperation but we thought better. No chick was going to come between us! (Now that's a thought!!!) We ended up in a bar with a few happy cheery irish chaps and through their grace got introduced to the "irish car bomb". Drop a shot of something, I forget, into a glass of guiness and off you go. I tried to keep his bombs to a minimum, he tried to keep mine at a maximum. We capped off the evening with smiles and laughs and reminisced on how we used to do things like this every night, but now that we are older we prefer the coffee shop to the bar and that sort of thing.

Night's like these happen on random. Can't be planned. If you'r in a serious mood you might think what a waste of time us making fools of ourselves. But for a second I got a glimpse of what people go through when they are totaly and completely attached. For good or bad. Physicaly or emotionaly. No left and right. I went where "we" went.

I see the "Underwear of Peace" being displayed in Louvre in year 2230. It's brandless. It was worn by sharon and arafat between the years of 2004 and 2007 in which time they agreed on a truce plan. It was also worn by Michael(a green peace activist) and Steve(an SUV driver) and removed after 4 days once the hospital declared them clinicaly dead from severe blows to the head on both cases. It was lastly worn by Mehdi(Islam's 12th Imam) and the Messiah(of the jewish fate), both having returned for the final judgement, between the years 2104 to 2230. Their journey resulted in agreement that both religions preached the same prinicipals and all mankind should live by the same rules under one spiritual concept. The UoP was finaly removed from their head's at year 2230 at the federal prison where they were being held due to the charges of impersonating a religous figures, blasphemy, creating chaos in public and threat to national security with a pending extradition for Mehdi to be delivered to the hot air(new form of energy plentifull in the region) producing countries of OPEC. A geneticaly recreated Britney Spears, being recognized as the greatest entertainer of all time, spearheaded the process as the President of the United States.

there is no place like home
there is no place like home

ttmyg "hmmm!?!": saw a blind man last night returning videos.

I could fill up the page with explanations and reasons of why we are all special in our own way but lets just say: (Instructions: please read one word at a time spending at least 1 seconds on each word. Please. Take your time. Clear your mind. Think of an empty white sandy beach. Feel the warm ocean breeze in your face. ready? start.)

you are special.
you are special.
listening? you are special.
you ARE special.
special.
YOU are special.
did I say you are special?
you are special.
what makes you special? you do.
btw. you are special.
who is special? you are.
you are special.
special! that's you.
is the word starting to look strange?
it's ok, since you are special.
special. you. are.
how special? very special.
special. special. special. special. special. special. special.
would you belive I typed all of them! no copy/paste!! because I am special.
specialy special.
you were special yesterday.
you are special today.
you will be special tomorrow.
sppppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeccccccccccccccccciiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.
special.
YOU.
ARE.
SPECIAL.

and don't u forget it.

few things match that first sip of tea in the morning.

I want to know what the cancer rate is among pigeons.
Whenever I look they are lined up on the power lines and
stay there for hours and hours.

I remember a guy grabbing me by the arm in the plank infested greenish pool and yanking me up after I had swallowed a good few mouth's full of water. I didn't realy pay attention to what he realy did for me at the time. I was too busy acting frightened and innocent so I wont get punished for playing where I wasn't suppose to. I later asked my parents and they said he was a cousin of a cousin of so and so and he lived abroad. I think we had him over for dinner once but I'm not realy sure. In the chaos of the moment with everyone huddled around me in the crowded party, I remember him wringing his soaked shirt and taking his bills out of his pocket and hanging them on the clothes line to dry. Two of the clips he
used to hold the bills in place were red.
In a recent trip to africa off the coast of mozambique I helped a chubby boy caught in the current fight the surf and get to the shore. Maybe a little more exotic than a pool party in vanak but all the same.

at the end its all about the people...

I swear god is messing with me.

I got stung on the ass by a bee today. Not over my pants and not on lower back or upper thigh but right smack on the left cheek. What I want to know is how the damn thing got there? Flew up the sleeve avoiding the towering forest of hairs without me noticing?!? Timing it perfectly to fly in the back of my pants just as I bent my back to get into the car? If this could happen, so
can the big bang, the parting of the sea and shaghol ghamar. I'll believe anything...

However he got there, may he rest in peace. Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Not much to brag about in bee heaven. He'll be better off with the speeding windshield story.

Is 3 decades too long to find out my middle name is ali? Nothing documented but it was declared at time of birth.

I am the same person as I woke up this morning but I feel different. What if I was given the name of Mohammad! How would I be different now, if any? Would I be treated differently by others due to their religous beliefs or bias or whatever else reason and how would that contribute to shaping of my personality as I grew up? Does a Ralph grow up to be an accountant? An Adolph a ruthless dictator? Sebastian to a Spanish model?

Ask yourself that question. Its loaded.


What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet (w.s).

whats worst than a pimple on the tip of your nose?

a pimple on the base of your elbow. and god help u
if u'r a programmer.